Danger

Pictures

Isabella's POV

I heard my husbands alarm go off early in the morning making me sigh as I felt really tired to wake up this early. I hear Grey get up and taking a shower, shortly coming back into the room fixing his suit and tie.

"You're up early today." I stated still under the comforter.

"I have a few meetings today." He brushed off coldly.

"Does that include doing your new assistant?" I found the courage to ask with a raised brow. I knew my husband was cheating on me. We haven't had sex in 4 years. And I knew a sex drive like his won't stop him from finding pleasure with other women.

He smirks in my direction, walking towards me. I try to remain calm but I was a bit scared he would go off on me.

"Are you jealous honey? Mad that I won't touch you anymore?" He smiles, but not the kind of smile that makes your heart flutter. More like the smile that makes you want to hide. I didn't answer and continue looking ahead when suddenly, Grey grabbed my face forcing me to look at him.

"I'm talking to you sweetheart." He snarls. He was never physical with me. He was more emotionally abusive if anything. But I was not surprised if be starts acting physical with me.

"You and I both know I wouldn't care since you have been cheating on me for so long. I want a divorce." I narrow my eyes at him.

He narrows his eyes at me before grabbing a fist full of my hair, with not enough force to hurt me, but enough to make me face him.

"I told you we will not get a divorce. Not yet at least. Just until I finish building up my business empire. Right now I need a trophy wife by my side, and unfortunately, you will have to do." He scoffs. He stands up, finishing his looks in the mirror and was about to head out.

"Don't get into trouble Mrs. Collins, I'll be home late tonight, so don't wait up for me." He slams the door to our room making tears well up in my eyes.

I laid back down in my bed, and let the tears fall down my face. I don't know what happened to this marriage. We were so happy the first 2 years, and now I just want to crumble away. Ever since his Father handed him the company, he has been nothing but cold and would ignore me most of the time. I would try to be romantic, or insinuate sex but he turns me down saying either he's tired or that I'm being pathetic. After the 3rd year of being together, I learned that I would not be getting my old Grey back, and would have to continue living with this monster considering he refused to get a divorce.

One day he was in such a good mood, and when he came home he was a little affectionate with me. We had a lovely dinner and I brought up the topic of having children. He asked me why I would want children, and that I can have anything else in the world but that and to never ask him again.

Needless to say I was heartbroken because no matter how much things he gives me, I will never have what I truly want in this world. No love, no children, no family. Being an orphan, I wanted nothing more than to create my own family, but I guess its not in the books for me.

I got up from my bed feeling depressed as always and decided to take a shower. Once I was done, I just put on a matching pair of underwear and robe considering it will just be me in the house today. I walked downstairs and started cooking, until I heard the doorbell ring. Confused as to see who it is, I turn off the stove and walked towards the door, opening it and seeing no one there. I look down to see a big white envelope. Furrowing my brows, I picked it up and turned it around to find my name beautifully written in cursive on the back. I closed the door to the house and locked it.

I walked into our living room and sat down on the sofa, opening the envelope and pulling its contents out. I gasp, horrified and confused as to what I am seeing.